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Dramatiker, Dichter, Schauspieler, Sprachvirtuose, "Ein Sommernachtstraum", "Romeo und Julia", "Othello", "Hamlet", "Der Widerspenstigen Zähmung" (England, 1564 - 1616).

William Shakespeare · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum

William Shakespeare wäre heute 460 Jahre, 11 Monate, 25 Tage oder 168.371 Tage alt.

Geboren am 23.04.1564 in Stratford-upon-Avon
Gestorben am 23.04.1616 in Stratford-upon-Avon
Sternzeichen: ♉ Stier

• What! can the devil speak true?

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• What! frighted with false fire?

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• What! gone without a word? ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak, for truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.

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• What! is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed To dare the vile contagion of the night?

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• What! keep a week away? Seven days and nights? Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours, More tedious than the dial eight score times? O, weary reckoning!

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• What! man; ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

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• What! must I hold a candle to my shames?

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• What's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us.

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• What's done cannot be undone.
  • Paul Catty spricht . . .

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• What's gone and what's past help / Should be past grief.

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• What's gone and what's past help should be past grief.

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• What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.

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• What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.

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• What's past is prologue.

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• What's past, and what's to come is strewed with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.

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• What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make yourselves scabs?

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• Whate'er you think, good words, I think, were best.

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• When a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

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• When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks.

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• When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome, That her wide walls encompassed but one man? Now is it Rome indeed and room enough, When there is in it but one only man.

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